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So saying, out he bundled, and, crushing through the fern-grown woodbiney fence, darted into the wood in a way that astonished our hero. Presently the chop, chop, chop of the axe revealed the mystery. 'By the powers, the fool's at his sticks! exclaimed Sponge, disgusted at the contretemps. 'Mister Jogglebury! roared he, 'Mister Jogglebury, we shall never catch up the hounds at this rate!
So saying Jogglebury ground away at his leisure. 'Your good husband, observed Mr. Sponge as he now overtook his hostess and proceeded with her towards the house, 'has insisted upon bringing me over to spend a few days till my friend Puffington recovers. He's just got the gout. I said I was 'fraid it mightn't be quite convenient to you, but Mr.
'S-o-o, observed Mr. Peastraw thoughtfully; 'Mr. Crowdey's Mr. Jogglebury that was? 'Yes, replied Mr. Sponge. 'He is a deuce of a man, that, for breaking people's hedges, observed Mr. Peastraw; after a pause, 'he can't see a straight stick of no sort, but he's sure to be at it. 'He's a great man for walking-sticks, replied Mr.
Murry Ann, not approving of Sponge's smoking in his bedroom, had hid the cigar-case under the toilet cover, at the back of the glass, and it was some time before he found it. Mrs. Jogglebury availed herself of the lapse of time, and his absence, to pacify her young Turk, and try to coax him into reciting the marvellous 'Obin and Ichard. As Mr.
Jogglebury, who had sat listening in ecstasies, saw the offended eye and pouting lip of the boy, and attempted to make up with exclamations of 'That is a clever fellow! That is a wonder! at the same time showing him the sugar. 'Hush! Jog, hush! exclaimed Mrs. Crowdey, holding up her forefinger, and looking significantly first at him, and then at the urchin.
Then there was a creaking of springs and a jingling against iron steps, and presently a high-blowing, heavy-stepping body was heard crossing the entrance-hall, while an out-stripping footman announced Mr. Jogglebury Crowdey, leaving the owner to follow his name at his leisure. Mrs.
I'll trouble you for the sugar, Mrs. Jogglebury'; adding, 'you have devilish good cream here; how many cows have you? 'Oh, two, replied Mrs. Jogglebury tartly, vexed at the interruption. 'Not in milk. Jog not in milk, retorted Mrs. Crowdey. 'Three cows, Mrs. 'Well; but when people talk of cream, and ask how many cows you have, they mean in milk, Mister Jogglebury Crowdey. 'Not necessarily.
Sir Harry's fields were entirely composed of his own choice 'set, and a few farmers, and people whom he could abuse and do what he liked with. Mr. Jogglebury Crowdey, to be sure, had mentioned Sir Harry approvingly, when he went to Mr. Puffington's, to inveigle Mr. Sponge over to Puddingpote Bower; but what might suit Mr.
But to our travellers. Little conversation passed between our friends for the first few miles, for, in addition to the road being rough, the driving-seat was so high, and the other so low, that Mr. Jogglebury Crowdey's parables broke against Mr.
Jog was utterly disconcerted, and didn't know which way to turn for an excuse. Mrs. Jogglebury, though she would rather have been without the establishment, did not like to peril Gustavus James's prospects by appearing displeased; so she smilingly said she would see and do what they could. Mr. Sponge then procured a messenger to take a note to Hanby House, for Mr.
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